“Name seven.” “Seven? That’s a specific number.” “You said you could name a million. Well, I’m only asking for seven.” “A million is a figure of speech, like saying something is as hot as an oven.” I stall for time. It’s hard to think when his fingers dance sparks on my skin. “Okay, here’s a reason: you’re a ghost and I’m a Living. We’re not even supposed to talk to each other, so what’s going to happen if we kiss? It could blow a hole in the universe.”
